La-Di-Dah, La-Di-Dah - Poem by Naveed Khalid
Need not I to e'er think on thee,
that in silent hours of the night,
tinged with stars of old in full-bright summer;
has a hold me height in heaven's high bower,
that esteemed dart of thy most high deserts,
hath stretched across a golden bow, my age-old love,
in the backyard of a garden,
that basest cloud to bear upon the sand dunes:
of furrowed fields against the harvest moon,
oft from out of no where arise, arise ere thine unweird eyen,
e'ery fair from thy fairest brow in my spilt words,
of what I write in thy presence alone to thee suffice.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Wednesday, September 02,2015 4: 53: 23 PM
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